on first steps & why peace smells of pineapple somedays

“kiss your wife” i pencil
on the first of january,
into your new almanac
(as a reminder,
after senseless battles bruised
us hard),

with your warmth,
still on my lips, put on running shoes,
& on the way, caught reckless
in the rain’s wet arms,

wink at earthworms, dogs,
compose loosely knitted verse, &
(cause i brought
no notebook), hang ‘em

on branches, billboards,
rail tracks– put some on a swing,
others, a surf
in puddles on the roadside,
shouting breathless, “i’ll collect you
on the way back–“

home again,
still steamy from the shower,
(pineapple ‘n mint),
search for your calendar & chart
(in the 11pm column,
right beneath the last kiss),
–check,
what she’s wearing–

& below, in black ink,
draw the peace sign

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make sure to bring a white flag to the dVerse pub as Mary has us writing peace poems today. pub doors open at 3pm EST…in case i’m late, don’t search for me, i’ may be busy celebrating and eating birthday cake..see you later..smiles

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